’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Well. . . .’ Elizabeth pursed her lips and her voice lowered to a whisper. ‘I let him put his fingers in places I’d neve... had them. Or ever had anything else, for that matter.’ Cynthia smiled and raised her eyebrows, looking Elizabeth square in the face. ‘And how was it?’ She nodded and smiled. ‘Awesome.’ ‘And did he ever . . . did you ever see him again?’ ‘Once.’ She picked up another bundle and put it in the wheelbarrow. ‘He wanted to meet for dinner, try to date.’ ‘And?’ She. I am Rishu, Mrs Ali, or may I call you Mom? She smiled at me andsaid” Whatever may you call me by. Words are just words. If you call meyour mom I won’t become your mom and Aslamwas telling me that you are a palmist. Can you look at my hand?” she puther white soft hand in my hand. I took it in my hands. Aslam had told me hismom was too meek. In fact she was dominated by his dad when he was alive. Isaid, not now, may be tomorrow after dropping Farha off at college. Ok? Shesmiled.That day I looked. ”My new Cock-Master left me alone and went to explore the rest of the apartment. When I had dried the piss on my body and the leathers, I called out to him and he ordered me into the bedroom.He was laying on my bed, nude except for a leather jockstrap from my drawer…another Master-ordered Internet purchase I hadn’t used yet.He spread his legs and gestured for me to climb up on the bed with him.“Lick it, slave, lick the jock and feel the power of a real man’s cock underneath that leather…and I. Please stop. It hurts so much!" Mira whimpered. Then something happened. Like a switch going off, suddenly the awful pain dimmed to a dull ache. Meanwhile the Latina's skillful fingers rubbed Mira's clit and fondled her pussy. Arianna's mouth gently teased her nipples, licking, sucking, caressing with just the perfect amount of pressure. Suddenly the pain eased. Mira was so grateful she almost sobbed with relief. Instead she felt herself doing the impossible. She gently ground her hips back,.